eyes. It was the middle of June, and the sun was setting. He would have to

work until dark or else he couldn’t eat anything until dawn the next day. This

was his favorite time of the day. Sunset, the perfect harmony between night

and day. He liked to think of himself as day, and his grandmother night. Always

fighting and arguing.

Just a few more moments, and he would be able to go inside were he

would be welcomed in by a warm screaming match from his grandmother. The

sun was about to go down. The sun was barely in the sky. he took off his gloves.

You couldn’t even see the sun. This was beautiful, a true masterpiece painted

In the sky for me. He was just starting to take in the full effect when my

grandmother called, rather shouted.

“WENDELL JONAS! GET BACK IN HERE, AND STOP DALLYING!”

My grandmother was a spiteful and hateful women. She always wore her

hair up in a bun of tasseled, unkept, gray hair. Her wrinkles looked like little

caves on her face, they were so deep and squishy she probably hid all of her

money in there. When her husband died, she inherited quite a bit of money so she bought a corn farm. I was forced to work there, I was also her only

employee so I was expected to do the work of ten people, rather then just

one. I marched back in to the house, and kicked my shoes off into the corner.

The carpet was green and looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in years. In the

most comfy chair in the house sat my grandmother reading the newspaper with

one leg crossed over the other.

“Hello,” I spoke calmly and quietly. I found it so hard to lose my temper

with her. She looked up from her newspaper just for a second before putting it

back down.

“What do you want?” Ok, relax just keep your cool Wendell.

“Just being polite.” Ok, deep breaths and every thing will go fine.

“After dinner I want you to go mow the yard.” Ok, see? Everything is fine.

“I already did.” She looked up from her newspaper and I already knew I

made the first wrong move.

“Did I ask you if you already did?” She got up from her chair.

“No, you didn’t” Ok, don’t do anything stupid here Wendell.

“THEN GO MOW THE LAWN!” She was in my face now. I could count the

hairs in her nose. It took all my self control not to blow up right back.

“I already did though! How can you expect me to mow a lawn that’s

already been mowed?!?” I knew I crossed the line. My vision instantly turned

into something else. I saw her hand twitch. My instincts kicked in. Before I could think, before I could do anything about it, my hand snapped up and smacked her across the cheek. My hand was red, but I couldn’t really feel

anything. What I did see though was a gigantic hand print across her face. It

looked like a giant went and hit her. Not a 14 year old boy.

Before I knew what was happening I was up in my room. I through down

my dresser, and shoved its contents into a bag that I withdrew from my

closet. I didn’t know what to do. I was in panic. It was like everything I have

ever known was just erased. I ran down the steps into my grandmothers

bedroom and threw down her glass mirror in a frantic search of money. Glass

shattered everywhere. I was seeing my reflection in 1,000 places. Finally I

found some money, I shoved it into my bag and ran out of her bedroom,

through the living room and out the kitchen.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?!” Her eye was covered by her

hand. I could see raw fury coming out of her nostrils. She was staring at me

with such a stare, it would put soldiers to there mercy.

I stared right back. I didn’t care anymore. I. Was. Done. I was not going

to ever set forth in that nasty field again. Never going to ever pick corn again.

And I was never going to come back here again.

“AWAY! WHERE YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME!” I kicked down the front door.

Amazed by my own strength, I sprinted away from that retched house. Now

that I actually escaped, I didn’t know what to do. I decided the best thing to do

would be to run into the corn field and hide out there for awhile.

My legs were burning when I made it to the field. I ran into the corn

field. I could hear the old hags screams of rage. She would never expect me

to hide in the one place I was running away from.

In my haste to escape I completely forgot about the squirrel traps

hidden in the corn field. I tripped over one and cut my foot open. I made a

sharp intake of breath. It stung. My hole leg went numb. I wasn’t going to be

able to go any farther. I sat down, trying to steady my breathes. I sat like that

for maybe a hour.

Just when I thought it was safe to come out, I noticed an unusual

silence. I couldn’t hear anything. A twig broke under my wait. That’s when I

heard the hounds. Frantic, I laid down flat on my stomach hoping for the best.

I couldn’t hear anything yet, but that was just the calm before a storm.

I could hear there barking. They were tracing me out by smell. I just

realized my mistake right after it was too late. There was nothing I could do. They were going to find

me no matter what I did. I prepared myself as best I could for what I knew

was to come. I heard the stalks of corn brake under the wait of the dogs.

My breath did an intake. The pain was astounding. Dogs were coming at me in

all directions. My skin was braking like it was a puddle on a muddy day. Blood